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The big man made his way toward the platform, brushing aside from his
path a few who, in the interests of law and order, endeavoured to oppose
him. The majority of those present, however, were manifestly of opinion
that the progress of the angry man should not be barred, so they cheered
his intervention and made encouraging remarks.
Braunt sprang upon the platform, advanced to the chair, smote his
clinched fist on the table, and cried:
“Here I am, Scimmins. Now put me out; d’ye hear?”
He paused for a reply, but there was none. Scimmins, shrinking from him,
obviously prepared for flight if Braunt attempted to storm the position.
The Yorkshireman glared about him, but those on the platform appeared
to think that the time for protest had not yet arrived. Meanwhile, the
audience was calling loudly for a speech.
“I haven’t much to say, mates,” began Braunt, calming down through lack
of opposition, “and I’m no man at the gab. I’m a worker, and all I want
is a chance to earn my bread. But I’ll say this: I saw in t’ papers not
so long ago that there’s twenty-seven thousand men of our trade out of
work in England today. Twenty-seven thousand men anxious for a job.
Now what is this man Gibbons asking you to do? He’s asking you to chook
up your jobs and have your places taken by some of them twenty-seven
thousand. Sartwell has only to put an advertisement in the papers, and
he can fill the shops five times over in two days. It’s always easier to
chook oop a job than to get a new one these times. I know, because I’ve
tried it. So have most of you. Take my advice, and go no further with
this nonsense. If Sartwell, as Mar-sten says, is willing to talk over
grievances, then I say let us send him a deputation of our own men, with
no outsiders among ’em. What’s the Union done for us? Taken our money
every week, that’s all I can see. And now they have got so much of it
they want to squander it fighting a strong man like Sartwell.”
Marsten had sat down on the edge of the platform. We are always quicker
to perceive the mistakes of others than to recognize our own, and he
did not like Braunt’s talk against the Union. He felt that it would be
unpopular, besides he believed in the Union if it were properly led. His
fight was against Gibbons, not against the organization.
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